Putting things right [ACTION] + [BBS]

[redcinemareel]

[ACTION A]

[There is a pile outside her dorm room of mostly things that are broken due to the rough tumble Garden took. Broken mirrors, ruined towels, shattered teacups and saucers, and cat toys tangled beyond help.The pile grows each day, little by little, as she sifts through her room. Don't trip on it!]


[ACTION B]

[Grell is walking about the Garden with her cats on a leash, mostly taking a break from putting her room right. Her cats stop to play with a wad of paper, however Grell isn't paying attention to that. Only when the lease becomes taut does she realize they've stopped. She seems pretty wrapped up in her own thoughts up until this point. With a sigh, she snaps her fingers at them a few times.]

Leave it! [The cats come to attention and look to each other, as if truly contemplating on whether or not they should listen. Really, guys?]


[BBS]

I'm offering 100 Gil to anyone who can clear away the pile of broken items from just outside my dormitory.

-Grell ♥

Comments

[redcinemareel]

[Oh, Namur...]

Yes, that seems about right.

[It's not, but the effort is appreciated. Meanwhile, Polish steps out more and looks up at Namur, as if sizing him up. Not sure what to make of this fishy man...]

It seems you have yet another admirer~!

[om_nom_namur]

'Nother'n?

[Oh. Right. Namur rolls his eyes, and wishes he weren't so prone to blush.]

Y' don't believe that shit Thatch says, d' y'?

[He squats down and holds out a hand for the cat to inspect.]

Here, fuzzball.

[redcinemareel]

Of course not! It's just so very cute~! [She giggles, watching her cat sniff at the hand tentatively. Eventually, Polish rubs its head against the hand, which makes Grell laugh.]

[om_nom_namur]

[It ain't so bad. The cat's fur is soft and silky and tickles against the webbing between his fingers. Damn thing starts chewing on him though and they're through.]

Hairball got a name?

[He's ignoring the accusation of cuteness. Deal with it.]

[redcinemareel]

That one is Polish.

[And said feline starts to lick at Namur's fingers. He smells yummy, but does not taste so.]

He doesn't seem quite please with your flavor.

[om_nom_namur]

Bit a spit-shine huh? Sheheheheh!

[Namur scrubs his fingers up around the critter's ears, then scratches at the scruff of the neck.]

Good thing. Prob'ly wouldn't approve a his, either, if I had t' bite'm. How many a these things y' got?

[redcinemareel]

Your consideration is noted. [He's not allowed to munch on her babies!]

Only two. They're both spayed and neutered, so they will remain at such a number. [Not that she wouldn't want more, but two was enough for her, really.]

[om_nom_namur]

[He doesn't want to! He ate enough giant furballs up in Trabia to last him his entire life.]

Other's a girl, huh? What's her name? She twinners with Polish?

[redcinemareel]

...twinners? [She doesn't understand that word, if her look of confusion is anything to go by.]

Her name is Bashful. [Grell pets the top of her head gently with a smile.] You won't need to worry about her trying to devour you.

[om_nom_namur]

[Oh look and now there's two.]

Damn, fuzzballs comin' out a the air 'round here. Hey Bash-baby, ain't gotta be shy now.

[Because clearly with a name like Bashful she's going to be the very definition of an extrovert.]

[redcinemareel]

[Yeah, no. Bashful is totally hiding behind Grell from the fishguy. Polish, however, is putting all his black fur on Namur's leg.]

You missed the massive influx of cats a couple of years ago. There were at least forty roaming about.

[om_nom_namur]

[Oh noes black cat hair on his grey pants!

He'll live.]

Damn. Someone got busy, huh?

[He gives Polish some scratches behind the ears, mostly because cats are excellent at guiding people to where they want to be petted.]

So what'd y' do 'bout 'em all?

[redcinemareel]

[Polish is very much taking advantage of ear scratches, and leaning a bit tot he left. There is a spot even he can't get to!]

Or bored. It's quite unfortunate, since the cats would have been better off where they were taken from. Some were kept, against the regulations regarding non-combative pets, and others may have made their own homes somewhere.